2004-12-08, 08:38 AM — December rain
The wind outside has been absolutely alive since some time on Monday. If it was behaving like a proper December, we'd have about three feet of snow and school would have been closed yesterday due to blizzard conditions.
Instead, it poured and I walked down to Fortinos for some chow. I figured I would probably be the only one stupid enough to do it, particularly since I don't have an umbrella. I wasn't. There was another hardy (or rather, hungry) student coming back on the trail, sans umbrella but with bags of groceries. And we both looked at each other with a, "hey, there -is- someone else as insane as me!" grin on our faces, and then kept walking.
Something about that encounter made my day just a little better.
2004-12-05, 07:43 PM — the entry that never was
I had something really witty and interesting to write here tonight. I'm trying my best to remember what it was. I even walked out of fishy's apartment and thought, I have to write that down for bp, because I'm going to forget it...
And promptly forgot.
It was a genuinely intelligent comment on something. It had nothing to do with school, the wedding, the Sims 2, Inuyasha, my pets, or my state of mind.
It may or may not have had anything to do with science, television, society, economics, politics, PlayStation, cream cheese, family, friends, or chewing gum.
Actually, it almost certainly had nothing to do with chewing gum. I just made that up for slightly humourous effect, because chewing gum is sitting on my desk and it seemed appropriate to add to that list.
Seriously, though, this is so irritating. I've been thinking for a while that I need to clean up my blogging act and start posting good stuff again (if I ever did, let's not go there) and this seemed like the perfect way to begin. And now, of course, you're stuck reading an entry about what may or may not have been my best entry ever, but now will never happen at all.
2004-12-03, 09:52 AM — happy thought
I'll just say, I think I'm the luckiest girl alive. Even when things get hard and exhausting, when I'm cranky or sad... fishy still loves me and that makes things so, so much better.